Logs don’t have to deal with fog. But we do. Brain fog, that comes with being a personified log. Oh how I wish I didn’t have to deal with frogs. But this is what happens when you’re a log. Frogs leap, hop, and jump onto your beautiful brown ridges looking for a safe space to sleep until they hop onto the next log. If you were to ask me, I’d say frogs shouldn’t even be able to hop onto one log after they’ve made their choice. But what else can I expect? They’re a frog after all. Understand that all of this comes with being a log. If you don’t want frogs, don’t be a log, stand up and be a tall tree. Plant your dead end somewhere and produce something fruitful. That way maybe a prince can come and pick your fruit. But until then, blame it on the brain fog that comes with being a personified log. It’s just a little fuzzy up there is all. Log it up ladies! … for now.

Actually, I’ll take a sip…

Mm the sip that delightfully burns,

The sip that ironically cures,

I use spirits to lift my spirits,

Until my body purges it and I replenish it,

This leads to solemn days of mascerades,

Letting my cheerful nature fool anyone close enough to sense danger,

Wait, who are you?

Your turning my world upside down,

A new light that won’t let me drown,

I can feel this new breathe bring life back into me,

It feels so good,

So new so true,

This is it!

Wait, where’d you go…

Actually, I’ll take a sip …

The cacophony of shattered glass was loud enough to wake up the entire town. Fear froze me in my warm cozy sheets, where I was just tucked in with love and laughter. This happens every time, but why is it always unexpected? Why does it startle me every time? Who knew voices could carry way more bass than a speaker ever could? I stay put as I can audibly hear every inch of my beloved home be torn apart. Blood curdling screams annihilate any trace of peace from my space. I’m finally able to move, the deafening sound of hatered became unbearable, someone has to make sure everything’s okay. Who better than a child.. right? Except all I did was give myself a front row seat to the war that happening in my home. Siblings try to hold me as I watch the plot unfold, hoping that a warm embrace would make me feel safe.

I’m now older. I’ve made it my mission to keep chaos as far as possible. Call me an orchestrator of peace if you will. I masterfully craft my days with slow mornings and cozy evenings. No one near me to interrupt my sleep. I trapped myself in my space. A blessing? A curse? Who knows.. but I’ll be here alone and in silence.. just the way I like it.

Life without you is quiet, predictable, monotonous,

Some may call this peace,

But who was going to tell me that peace was synonymous with lonliness,

I wake up determined.. determined to do every possible thing to create a better me

But all for what, all for who

For me yes.. but for you, oh what I would do,

What I’d do to share my wins and losses with you,

All that life without you does is make me dream of life with you,

Life with you is vivacious, warm, and …

And hopeful.

Im experiencing life without you,

But I can’t go on like this for much longer,

Life without you is a crime,

And I don’t want to serve any more jail time,

Release me from this cell,

And let’s go on to experience a love that never fails.